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Paranoid Android
Sitting down at a metal picnic table Cirrus summoned up an oversized Ursa arm over his right and slammed it into the table ready to wrestle leaving a dent. "Rules are simple first person who's hand touches the table, or the ground if the table doesn't survive loses. Winner stays on, cheating and semblances are encouraged." He looked around for potential challengers. "Come and have if you think you're hard enough!"